The Boy Of Fire And Ice

Chapter 6

I'm not afraid of the dark. What I am scared of is the shitty silence and the haunting paranoia that comes along with it. Anything can happen, you think you are alone, but maybe not and for all you know you might disappear into the night. I guess it is a stupid thing to even consider, but it's just something i've been thinking about. But I feel like night time is just child's play when it comes down to the gut wrenching reality.
You know that feeling? The one that occurs when you are just about to wake up and you get that sort of sensation pouring into your body from the sun and your inner subconscious tries catching up. The light kills your eyes and all you want is to crawl into the depth of your covers just for one more savory minute. Thats me. Every fucking day. Every fucking day, I feel like I want to pounce on that damn light and just stay safe in my bed, but of course I can't cause lil' Jojo is screaming his head off in his crib, ready to shit his pants.     
         Same routine goes as follows, Jojo, Christopher, Ava and Noah (in that order) starts banging on the doors as if they own the place and run around like a pack of baby hyenas. No matter what I do, I can't get those animals to calm the fuck down and it's not like ma and pa help me either. Typically, Ma just sleeps around, practically naked till noon on the tiny couch in the living room where the chaos begins; Pa continues to ignore the ruckus and decides that solving the daily newspaper crossword is the the most important thing to do. He just covers his piglike, enormous face with the paper, wearing his phony, striped tie and his badge from the hospital, dangling from his belt.
      I can't help but think what it would be like, being an only child; all I know is that I wouldn't have to take care of these fuckers anymore.